Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any companies, products, songs, or anything else used in the story,

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Index

foreign language; English, Spanish, etc.

thoughts

youkai language/ inner youkai; inu, neko, etc.

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The Angora hotel is one of the most exclusive and expensive hotels in America, with starting prices at ten thousand dollars for a room. All three yakuza gangs along with two Russian gangs were staying there as well, on "company business", occupying the most expensive quarters. The walls were adorned with expensive paintings on the marble forest green walls with gold lining matching the floor. High ceilings were decorated with crystal chandeliers, all through the halls and the reception area.

"Nakamura, party of four." Ayame politely told the human receptionist in English, who was gawking at Jakotsu, wondering if he was male or female.

"Oh, yes! Here is your key to the four Master Suites. Please enjoy your stay at the Angora!"

"Thank you. May someone please take our bags, we will be returning later on."

"No problem, miss! Donny, please take the luggage up to the Master Suites." pointing to the four luggage carts.

"Sure!" Grabbing two carts into the service elevator, then going back to grab the last two.

"Ayame, here." Akiya whispered, handing her five hundred American dollars, pointing to the bellhop.

"Thank you so much, sir!" Ayame chirped, handing him the money with a bright smile.

"Wow! Th-thank you, miss!"

"No problem!" quickly tossing everyone their room keys before heading right out the door.

Now that the group had twenty minutes to drive to the Neroli Mansion, there was no traffic, which was weird since their was always traffic in New York. Fifteen minutes later they pulled up the Mansion, taking in the view of the magnificent gardens and fountains in the surrounded the area. It was an old-fashioned New England style mansion guarded by large gates, guards and surveillance cameras in every corner.

When Bankotsu pulled into the parking lot there were already several other limos and expensive cars parked around the back of the mansion; just in case something happens it would make a quick getaway.

"Ready Ki... I mean Nakamura-san?" Ayame teased, waiting for Bankotsu to open the back door for them.

"Yes, I've been waiting for this since I was fifteen. It took seven years but I'm finally getting a chance." turning to smile at her translator and childhood friend.

"Nakamura-san lets go." Bankotsu said, opening the door for the women in the backseats, his Banyruu strapped to his back.

"Yes, lets." gracefully stepping out of the car, followed by Ayame. The walk to the front of the mansion took about ten minutes since the property was so big, and who would want to enter from the back?

"Do you enjoy the weather out here?" one of the two gruff looking bodyguards asked the group, leaving Ayame confused. Before she could answer, Akiya whispered in her ear and told her to repeat it as a response.

"Umm, just fine, but nothing like home." With a smirk, the guards let them inside. Beautiful was the first word to describe the main hall, which was pure white. It was filled with European antiques, Roman statues, and medieval paintings. There was a wrap around staircase that lead to the room where the 8:30 meeting was being held, all guests were expected to arrive at eight.

"This way." another guard said, leading them inside. Quietly, they walked inside. Mostly everyone was there. Group leaders and translators sat down while their guards stood proudly behind them. From what Akiya could make out, their were two Russian mafia families, whose names she could not recall at the moment. The Falling Feather Triad, two Colombian Cartels, three Italian American, and the Taishou-gumi, the only ones missing were the Seiichi-gumi.

The room was dark, with a long mahogany-colored table and matching leather stuffed seats, able to seat twenty-two. All eyes were on Akiya; no one knew who she was or who she represented. At first everyone thought Ayame was the representative (because she was a full demon) and Akiya was the translator, until Ayame sat down after the hanyou, showing her respect.

'Suckers... Why is the dog staring at me?' eying Sesshomaru, who was sitting by himself, watching her like she had a pussy on her forehead. Tuning to Ayame, she whispered something in her ear to tell him

"My mistress says, do you like what you see?" in Japanese.

"Watch your tongue, half breed." he seethed, glaring at Akiya, who rolled her eyes. Turning back to Ayame, she whispered again.

"She says, its rude to stare."

"Why-" he was cut off by Mario Neroli, who was hosting this year's meeting.

(The main language is English...)

"Good evening my fellow... businessmen and women. I hope your travel and stay in New York was and will be enjoyable. Now lets give ourselves a toast!" The short, bald human raised his glass of wine in the air. Everyone followed suit, taking a sip except Akiya and Sesshomaru, who were busy having a staring contest.

'Those eyes they look so familiar... but from where?' the taiyoukai said to himself, trying to figure out where has he seen those features.

"Before we begin-"

"Gomen, gomen! Gomen for coming late!" Ken Yakamoto said in Japanese, cooly walking inside, grabbing the attention of the entire group. Both gumi's knew Ken was always cocky and rude, but this was low, even for him. If he disrespected anyone here he could ruin all three families' chances of doing business with one of the other Mafias, and he would literally lose his head. To make things worse, his entourage consisted of two half-assed geishas, three bodyguards, and a clumsy translator.

"It's quite alright, please take a seat." pointing to the two empty seats on Sessomaru's right. Noisily, Ken strutted, taking a seat next to the inuyoukai.

'Filthy human.' catching the scent of bad cologne, sex, and ink from another tattoo he just received two weeks prior.

"Hello, Sesshomaru-sama." giving a court nod.

"You." not even giving him a glance.

"Well, how about we introduce ourselves. I am Mario Neroli of the Giovanni family." next, pointing to the triad.

"Jiang Ming of the Falling Feather Triad." speaking in a heavy Chinese accent. He was a short human, dressed in nave blue pinstripe suit. Two dragon demon guards stood perfectly still behind him and his translator. The naming went in clockwise order.

"Johnny Zarelli of the Santo family, I'm looking to expand my network." winking at Akiya, who just gave a fake smile. This coyote demon was cocky and handsome, with slick black hair and gray eyes, dressed in a black suit. The nekoyoukai next to him was busy playing with her pen, He was the only one who brought one guard, who was an ogre.

"Sesshomaru Taishou of the Taishou-gumi." surprising most people at the table with his perfect English. Sango and Inuyasha stood behind him, with their weapons strapped to their backs.

"Ken Yakamoto of the Seiichi-gumi." his dorky looking translator said, loosening his tie. Obviously he was a katagi (civilian), scared shitless.

"Natika Boris of the Yakov." another female representative said with a heavy Russian accent. To Akiya, she reminded her of a playboy bunny with her large breast and blond hair. She wore a short, black dress with a mink coat. Two hanyou guards kept their eyes on everyone in the room.

"Esteban Iago of the Santiago's." the first Colombian said with an accent. He was an ugly man with a big beer gut and an even uglier Hawaiian shirt. Iago was the kind of man that Akiya hated; he sold drugs, cocaine and heroin. A few more named themselves, and now it was Akiya's turn, but Ayame spoke for her.

"Akiya Nakamura of the Nakamura-gumi." All heads turned to her. The half breed was related to Hideki Nakamura, the legendary oyabun (clan leader), next to Inutaisho Taishou, who retired five years ago.

'That's why she looks so familiar, she has Hideki-sama's eyes.' The inuyoukai found out why she was so interesting; it was because she reminded him of Hideki. At least that's what he told himself; he would never admit being attracted to a hanyou.

"You're Hideki Nakamura's child. I remember seeing a daughter, but her eyes were different and she was a full demon." Mario said, astonished.

"This is his youngest child." Ayame answered.

"Really..." more a statement than a question. "Well lets continue!" pointing to the Colombian next to her.

The rest of the meeting went over the usual: how to keep the cops out of their hair and making new "business mergers" with other gangs. These meetings were for one purpose only, to expand and relay what happened with the smaller gangs each was associated with.

Today was successful. Akiya was able to get Natika, Jiang, and Johnny to be investors in a "company" her father created in Okinawa. They gained a new weapons trader with Mario, who happened to be good friends with her father. The filthy bastard Iago was unsuccessful in trying to get Sesshomaru to become a buyer of his drugs. Johnny seemed to get on his good side, making a few good arrangements for yakuza in America.

"Well, I'm glad everything went well. Please enjoy your stay in New York, I suggest you take advantage of the sights." Mario joyfully said, with a Cuban cigar in his mouth and a big smile on his face. Everyone left to go about their business. Cars and limos pulled out of the Neroli Mansion late that night, around one o'clock.

"You girls did good!"

"Thanks Jak." the two woman said in unison from the back seat of the BMW. They made a quick stop at the hotel to change, then they were going back out to a strip club.


In Akiya's suite...

"Ready to go, guys?"

"Yep I'm ready to see these cute New York guys you brag about, Ki." Jakotsu said, checking himself in the mirror with Ayame and Akiya. The wolf demon wore a body fitting green halter dress that hugged the curves she usually hid, with matching stiletto shoes. Everyone forced her to take out her pigtails and wear her red hair down. Jakotsu wore a short sleeve muscle shirt and jeans. Bank had on a white collar shirt opened with a white beater underneath and ripped jeans. Akiya wore a modern black kimono stopping at her knees with a large belt as an obi, with black knee-high stiletto boots.

"Let's go!" the hanyou chirped, grabbing her purse. They headed out of the twenty-thousand dollar suite.

"Ok ladies, where are we heading?" their driver asked, pulling out of the parking lot into the busy Manhattan streets.

"Ok Bank, drive up 42nd St. and make a left on 8th Av."

"Sure, Ki."

Thirty minutes later, the BMW pulled up in front of The Candy Shop. Today it was going to be packed, seeing the line wrapped around the block.

"Don't tell me we have to wait in line." Ayame whined, staring at the line through tinted windows.

"No. From what I see, my cousin is the bouncer." looking out the window.

"Geez Ki, how many people do you know?"

"Remember, I was born in America, plus my mom has a big family." quickly hopping out of the car, running to the big man at the front door.

"Booby!" she squealed, jumping on the big 6'7 man guarding the door.

"Lil Ki, is that you?" giving her one of his infamous bear hugs. It could hurt a human, but since Akiya was a hanyou it didn't hurt a bit.

"Yep, cuz. How da kids doin', you been checkin' up on them?" Every time she speaks English it sounds like a cross between a New York and Southern accent.

"Yeah. I came by the other day, they're all getting big. You gonna stop by and see them?" finally putting his cousin down.

"I will... can you do me a favor... and let me and my friends in the club?" smiling sheepishly.

"Sure, no prob, go right in." opening the door to The Candy shop. Akiya and the others walked inside, ignoring the jealous moans behind them.

Everything was covered in red lights, while the female strippers danced on poles or gave lap dances in random places. On the far right a was a bar with two perky bartenders. In the center of the room was a large stage with three poles, where two women were spinning on the pole, one human, the other youkai. Sitting by the center of the stage was Sesshomaru and Johnny, talking and watching the dancers.

'Mental note, watch the dog.'

"Ok ladies, see you later." the human left and took a seat by the stage.

"Later, Bank." Akiya waved to her guard as they went through the door to the male side.

The male side was exactly like the female side, except all of the strippers and bartenders were male. The trio took a seat at the center of the stage. Suddenly the lights went dim.

"Ladies, get ready for Tiger!" the announcer said from whatever hidden place he was. A spotlight came on the center of the stage, revealing a drop dead gorgeous tiger demon with a long fur cape over his shoulders. His long shoulder length orange hair and black markings on his muscular arms could make just about any woman melt.

"Your right, Ki. There are some good looking men in this city!" Jakotsu said, ogling Tiger. Next to him, Ayame was blushing.

"Damn, he didn't even take his clothes off yet!" Akiya chimed, nudging her arm. Right then the music began to play, and Tiger started teasing the audience, touching his pelt.

"It's not nice to tease!" the hanyou yelled, gaining cheers from the other women and few men there.

"Okay, are you ready?" the stripper said before anyone could respond, he shed his cape, revealing his loincloth right in front of Ayame, who almost fainted.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked the wolf demoness, leaning down, which made her blush even more.

"Don't worry, she's fine. You know what would make her feel better? A lap dance." Akiya grinned, giving him a hundred dollar bill.

"No Akiya, don't." Ayame pleaded, but Akiya already left.

'I'm going to kill her when we get back...well maybe not.' taking a good look at Tiger's chiseled chest and the markings on his muscular arms.

'Good, that will keep them out of my hair. Now, to find the dog and the coyote.' leaving the men's side to the females.

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